Too scared to talk to you, always afraid I’ll say something wrong. I’ll bring something up. I’ll make you upset.
I miss you so goddamn much.
I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t.
Breaking down once again because that Seems to be the only thing I’m good at… And then Dante -my rat- comes up, sits on my shoulder and licks away the tears that rolled down my cheek.
I’t’s heartbreaking to think my rat is the only one there for me. But I have Someone. ♥♡♥♡